‘Wildling’

We all begin life as little animals after all.

Photo (taken by and belonging to the author, Sadie Seroxcat) depicts a baby meerkat in a ‘conservation park’ (I don’t do zoos and haven’t returned to this place either).

Frozen by disapproval.

Dashed against the rocks of doubt.

Falling time and time again,

Fire doused and passion snuffed out.

I want to roar and scream and shout,

Sit silent and intense.

Stare knowing holes

Into your souls.

Take my life and

Live it backwards,

Back until I’m once again that

Small wildling child in the dirt,

But this time with the knowing

Of the years.

To call upon.

To lean upon.

To hold onto.

As I howl that I will not.

I will not, no.

I will not bend.

I will not break.

I will not allow you to

Hold me tight and

Bind me to ‘acceptability’.

Not again.

Not ever again.

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